Aria POV
📍Philly
10:00am
I yawn, listening to Miss A rant about the plan for today. I see Aniyah fidgeting with her shirt in the corner of my eye making me turn to glance at her. I frown at her tryna pull her shirt out in attempt to hide her stomach but it was clearly not working.
Aniyah is beautiful just the way she is but she ain't never gon realise it cause she got a bunch of people around her telling her she ain't. Me and Asia try our best to make her realise her own beauty but it never works.
She always scoffs or laughs at our attempts, letting me know she don't trust a word we say. She constantly compares herself to us and is always living in her head, prolly cursing herself out.
She thinks we don't know she makes herself throw up but she ain't fooling no one. The mad snacks under her bed, the 'turning all the taps on' , the avoiding her own reflection, the brutal self disses. We see it all and it hurts me as her best friend that I can't do nun to help her.
Me and Asia been tryna bring it up but we don't know how. I remember back in 8th grade when she used to smell bad
asf, I'm talking boys locker room after practice mixing with period. Sounds mean asf but that's the only way I can describe it.
Anyways, we sat her down to tell her and even gave her some products and lil help notes in a lil cute basket but that only lead to her not talking to us for the whole summer. She came back clean tho plus now she always makes sure she got some deodorant and perfume on her.
So, now we wanna help her through this but we don't know how. I look back at Miss A who was tryna make a joke to impress the boys, she weird asf on my mama. Ion know why she can't go for niggas her own age. Pedo bitch. I swear she gets on my nerves and when her jokes don't hit, she always shifts to clowning Niyah.
Like grow tf up, you suppose to be the teacher and protect her from bullies not join them.
"Alright! Now listen up for your pairs!"
I snap outta my thoughts to hear the pairs. I hope Aniyah with someone sweet like Dior or Kiara. I know she badly wanna be with Trell but let's face it, that nigga would prolly punch the shit outta her if she got too close.
" Asia Parkinson!" Mr J called out. "Here!" Asia replied with her hand up. He nodded and proceeded "You with Johnathan Jackson!" Damn. I hear her groaning and giggle a lil, she hates JJ. Says he's too damn slow.
"Cmon over mama" I cringe at his wack ass and watch as Asia drags herself towards him, groaning even louder than before. "Shut upppp" I laughed at her reaction, she really don't like him.
I patiently wait for him to call out other names, anxious about who Aniyah is paired with. I really don't give a fuck about who I'm paired with. I'm fine with whoever I'm a people person, it's Aniyah I'm worried about. One bad interaction gon make her self harming worse.
"Aniyah Jones!" He called out. "Here" she said shyly putting her hand up. I know she anxious asf on who she gon be paired up with. We gave her a lil pep talk earlier but ion think that got anywhere to be honest.
"You with... Xavier Smi-"
"FUCK NO!" We all flinch at his reaction, cause wtf? I snap outta my mug and rush over to Aniyah who was standing there frozen. Tears stared to flow down and i felt my heart breaking. "Don't cry boo" Asia mumbled, wiping her tears away.
"Y'all got me fucked up. I ain't going with that hot air balloon NOwhere" he added, making my blood boil. I turned around to give that Roblox headed mf a piece of my mind, then I felt a force push me.
I tumbled back and turned to see Aniyah's back to me, running away. I run after her, feeling so bad. She didn't deserve that at all.
Dior POV
📍Philly
10:30am
YOU ARE READING
Open Arms
Non-Fiction" He loves me aight. He treats me 10 times better at than y'all ever have! " Being the fat friend ain't as easy as you think it is.
